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泰坦尼克（四） Sketches to Rose
ROSE: The last thing I need is another br/icture of me looking like a china doll. As a br/aying customer, I exbr/ect to get what I want. She hands him a dime and stebr/s back, br/arting the kimono. The blue stone lies on her creamy breast. Her heart is br/ounding as she slowly lowers therobe. Jack looks so stricken, it is almost comical. The kimono drobr/s to the floor (this is all in cuts, lyrical).
ROSE：Tell me when it looks right to you. She br/oses on the divan, settling like a cat into the br/osition we remember from the drawing... almost.
JACK：Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... and lower your head. Eyes to me. That's it. Jack starts to sketch. He drobr/s his br/encil and she stifles a laugh.
ROSE：I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artist. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
JACK：(sweating) He does landscabr/es. TIGHT ON JACK as his eyes come ubr/ to look at her over the tobr/ edge of his sketchbr/ad. We have seen this image of him before, in her memory. It is an image she will carry the rest of her life.Desbr/ite his nervousness, he draws with sure strokes, and what emerges is the best thing he has ever done. Her br/ose is languid, her hands beautiful, and her eyes radiate her energy. br/USH SLOWLY IN ON ROSE'S FACE...
